He did nothing but scour the document for a few minutes. It left him inquisitive. One of his eyes began twitching. "Clint...?" He muttered quietly. He then glanced towards the hallway, then back to the paper.
Normal people sleep. And then there are the other people, like Bruce Banner. In some situations, he'd rather stay up researching events and files, even if it was almost midnight. So here he was, sitting in the lounging area of Stark Tower, with several dozen files and papers of whatnot on the table in front of the couch he sat on. His near bloodshot eyes peered through his glasses looking over files which seem to have caught his attention for the last seven hours. They were files he had pilfered from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s databases, and luckily they hadn't noticed yet. These files read something about an organization by the name of the Advanced Idea Mechanics, and were labeled 'classified'. But Bruce read past the gigantic red font on their folders.
"Precisely." Thor was actually hoping when Clint had said this, that he was volunteering to come and help him out. After all, Thor was a little hesitant should he have to battle the thousand foot demon alone. "Is it safe to assume that it is you that shall be accompanying me?" He asked.
"Take a seat, Barton." Fury says, leaning back in his seat. You sit down across from him, before you on the desk is a file. "We need you to apprehend, or kill, the Punisher." Opening up the file, you find several photos clipped together and a long dossier concerning Frank Castle. The pictures are old, or in bad condition. One being his military identification and the other being grainy security footage of him leaving a scene.
Andrew Bennett was on a similar mission as Clint, and the caravan of Mercenaries. Although, he was not hired for this. It was simply something he took it upon himself to do, who better to kill rabid Vampires, then a Vampire?
The cave was poised on the side of a mountain, at the base, so it would be easy enough to simply drive into it, but the shadows within were so thick lights wouldn’t help much, they could end up driving down into a hole, or worse.
Outside the cave were a set of gates, barbed, bloodied and broken. A charred body was crucified against the still standing section of the barbwire fence, his mouth was agape in an eternal scream of agony—if one were to peer into the mouth, they would notice the fangs.
Andrew stood at the top of the mountain, looking over he could see the Caravan approaching, this brought a troubled expression to his face, though he was also curious. The shadows kept him from being seen, so he had the chance to watch them work.
Thor nodded in response, accepting his reply. He paused a moment before continuing, searching for the proper words, should Clint misunderstand again. "Even I do not know what the true powers of the Eternal Flame are. But what I do know, is that Surtur searches for it. He always has. I sense he is growing close, for that may be why my dreams of late are growing dark. And once-... If he finds it, he shall bring Ragnarok."
"Barton, report to my office as soon as you can." Fury's voice echoed throughout the SHIELD helicarrier through the speaker system. Clint makes his way through the winding steel halls, making his way to Fury's main office.
Thor narrowed his eyes, his expression still solemn. He caught notice of Clint's disbelief, and attempted to put it to him as simply as he could."The Eternal Flame," He said, "Surely you may have heard of it."
*Turning her head quickly to the side hearing the commotion, frowns a little close to regretting her last words but not yet. Running to the edge where the commotion had came from and looks below, as soon as the one man was landing on the ground she leapt from the rooftop of the bank to land on the curb below and she ran over getting in between the man and the others* You know its cruel to kick a man when he's down.
(( Okay, that is just so fucking adorable. D'aww, my good man, d'aww. ))
He seemed to look past Clint's sunglasses, attempting to look him in the eyes. "Voices." He said. His face was so solemn when he said this, as if hearing voices in the night would end the world. "Voices whispering to me in my dreams, Eternal Flame."
"I could not sleep," He said, "For a great disturbance kept me from doing so." He had his suspicions of what Clint was doing, and 'moving in' was not one of them. When he finished speaking, he continued to stare at him, eyes unblinking.